so the golden age p*ssed away to silver but that was long ago there were swimming holes and the vaudeville they gave way to this

bronze turned itself slowly into iron and here we are today if what you say has a grain of truth the age of rust is soon

please, it’s not a thing just to bring you down it’s just a p*ssing phase but who’ll believe your piano played itself a long forgotten air

chorus the golden age, it’ll never fade away today just don’t seem the same the golden age, it’ll never fade away if you were there

there will always be someone telling you that these are wicked times rainy days come down just to make you think of all the shades of grey no one knew that you liked to paint until they cleaned your room